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There is something about synchronized sports that bring people together. When I sit down in a boat with eight other girls we become more than ourselves, we become a powerful machine others would not dare to cross. When every waking hour outside of school is spent with the same twenty girls, there is...

I have written plenty of stories, poems, essays, letters, and thank you notes in my life, but I have never written to a stranger. I cannot stop thinking about who you might be. You could be anyone, with any story, and I want to meet you.
Have you ever been driving through town by yourself and sudd...

We were seated outside on the brick patio eating freshly cooked potato chips when I saw him. The falling sunlight was reflecting off of his thick glasses, blurring his eyes from my sight, his hands unmistakably twisted together as only his could be. Waiting for a table with his family was my old fri...

Hide a bike, use a kayak, have a backpack; be nice, really nice, hippie nice; everything is chill man, nothing’s a big deal; lay in the grass, read a book, take walks in the woods all alone to think; tell people about it; don’t tell anyone; write about it; paint it; release your soul through spl...

Love is fantasy.
being with older boys
does not mean
you are
with an older boy
or any boy for that matter.
Why would they want
me?
Maybe they would want
me. I'm
nerdy,
obnoxious,
and have crazy hair.
Maybe.
Maybe he does want
me.
He talked to me first.
With him I've nev...

Over here,
death
reeks on our clothes.
Over here,
life
slowly slips away.
Over here,
shells
rattle our souls.
Over here,
sleep
can't find its way.
Over here
there is no glory.
Over here
there is no praise.
Death is not an honor,
when you hope to live
another day....

His name is Aaron.
It's his hugs,
tightening around my waist
every time he sees me.
He is my sun
in a sky of darkness.
His name is Carson.
It's his eyes.
When he looks directly,
at me,
and I can see the joy
hidden beneath the skin.
He is my sun
in a sky of darkness.
His...